It was like fighting against an enemy, where one move should lead to immediately pressing the advantage; but what move should come next? And what if it was time to defend, what move then?
Wu Gang felt overwhelmed; it was easy to start with this thing, but mastering it was really tough.
After some thought, Wu Gang pocketed the little notebook and looked at Zeng Yu, furrowing his brow.
"Xiaoyu? Xiaoyu? Are you okay?" Seeing Zeng Yu's somewhat pale face, Wu Gang asked with concern.
"Holy moly!" In the next second, the resting room where Wu Gang was seemed to vanish suddenly.
At this moment, Wu Gang seemed to be inside a huge Formation.
"Oh my God, what is this? What's happening with Xiaoyu? How did she manage to cultivate this thing to such an extent so quickly? She's actually capable of setting up a real Formation?" Wu Gang marveled inwardly.
Rather than that, it'd be more accurate to say that the shock Zeng Yu had given him never ceased.
